Helping Out Uncle Wade

Date: 5/16/2019

[Preface: on the same night of this dream, I came home to the scent of weed in the house. When I went into Alex‘s room to see if it smelled like it in there too, all I smelled was her candle wax warmer] I came home to find Uncle Wade (who was supposed to be my neighbor Jen’s husband) trying to get in my house and whispering to himself “shoot. No! Dang it!” I went up to him and asked him what he was doing. He said “I hid my feminine weed in your house, but I wasn’t expecting the door to be locked when I came back to get it.” Then I said “I knew I smelled weed! I was ready to blame it on Alex! I’ll go get it for you.” I went in the house and I found a little pull-string bag of what looked like potpourri next to the front door. I hid it in my shirt and snuck passed my dad in the front yard. He was distracted by a lady (who was supposed to be Wade’s mom) hugging him. I got to him and Jen’s garage and handed it to him. He thanked me and gave me a hug.